I need cock and I like to please a lot of men…exactly fifty-two a year, one every Saturday.”Ingrid added, “In the handicap stall. Right Mom?”M...m smiled and said, “Right.”The rest of the week was great. I got to have sex with them anytime that I wanted and I got to check them for bras, panties, and razor stubble whenever they left the house.That first Saturday Mom asked me to inspect her. She was going to the mall to let some lucky guy fuck her. Ingrid and I finally had the house to our selves. I purposefully extended my fingering actions for this introduction to give everyone a longer access point to the music. When I looked at Eda and Lisa, their expressions told me they were quickly accessing their ‘future-memories’ of this song. With a nod to them, I played out the second riff, and simply said, “One, two ... one, two, three, four.”I wasn’t surprised when both Masciotro girls joined in with their version of Don Henley’s drumming and Timothy B. Schmidt’s bass lines as I ripped out. Anne, for her part, had seen that Stan had feelings for Denise that he was suppressing. She was still coming to terms with this revelation, working out in her tidy, logical mind the implications and possible repercussions. Unfortunately, she wasn't used to dealing with her own emotions in this way. She felt muddled and hated it.The two lovers split apart after their lunch without saying more than superficial pleasantries.During the afternoon, Stan and Denise gradually began to really work with. Freckles on her cheeks gave her the little girl appearance that I liked. She was easily the best looking woman in the room. Even our waiter seemed to pay more attention to her than to others in the dining room, including me. The mid-thigh length dress clung to Sandra’s body like a second skin, revealing considerable cleavage, the sloping curve of her ass, and much of her toned, athletic thighs. Still, it was not much to wear when the outside temperature was below freezing. If things went as I.